Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Can,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.